Interpret:

Rotting Christ

Album:

Sanctus Diavolos

Is this the holy thing to see? 
Is this the land that sun shines 
Above the Heaven? 
Hear those children's desperate cries: 
Oh - children do they cry? 
Do they hear their fathers' sigh? 
Is this the fertile place to be? 
Is this the land that sprouts 
Green reach gardens? 
Hear those souls' flickering cries! 
Do they beg? 
Do they smile? 
Do they frame the long line? 
Here shines the sun of a lower God 
The light of SANCTUS DIAVOLOS 
Here burns the bright torch of soul 
The flame of SANCTUS DIAVOLOS 
Here reigns thy mighty crown of horns 
The horde of SANCTUS DIAVOLOS 
Well blossomed is his existence 
So unwilling in their souls to see 
So weak to face him from 
The outcast angle of earth 
So rapid do they flee 
When bells of order are echoed 
Nemesis for the anxious heavy spirit 
Nemesis for a generation free 


Grantis spiritus SANCTUS DIAVOLOS 


Here shines the sun of a lower God 
The light of SANCTUS DIAVOLOS 
Here is born the light for the blind world 
The flame of SANCTUS DIAVOLOS 
Against on what prophets wrote 
The aura of SANCTUS DIAVOLOS 
Will reign, will prevail, 
Tranquillize the human race 


Grantis spiritus Grantis spiritus SANCTUS DIAVOLOS 


Here burns thy bright torch of soul 
The flame of SANCTUS DIAVOLOS 


Here reigns thy mighty crown of horns 
The horns of SANCTUS DIAVOLOS 
Against on what prophets wrote 
The spirit of SANCTUS DIAVOLOS 


Will reign ,will prevail and 
Tranquillize the human race 


Grantis spiritus SANCTUS DIAVOLOS 


Here burns the bright torch of soul 
The flame of SANCTUS DIAVOLOS 
Here reigns thy mighty crown of horns 
The horns of SANCTUS DIAVOLOS 
Against on what prophets wrote 
The spirit of SANCTUS DIAVOLOS 


Will reign, will prevail and 
Tranquillize the human race 


Grantis spiritus SANCTUS DIAVOLOS